Down By The Glenside

'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman
A plucking young nettles she scarce saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men

'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin'
On strong manly forms and eyes with hope gleamin'
I see them again, sure, in all my daydreamin'
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men

Some died on the Glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
They stood for old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short I ‘ll never forget her
We may have great men but we'll never have better
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men

'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman
A plucking young nettles she scarce saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men

Autor: Trad. /arr. Irish Stew Of Sindidun